>I also forgot to answer a fluff question in the previous thread. The Society is a strict meritocracy, punishments for failure can range from a minor demotion, to execution. So don’t fuck up.

You are Dr. Wyatt Brown ( No, not that kind of doctor), a genius in Dimensional Mechanics, both theoretical and applied. Though you prefer application over theory. The Society that you work for is too fucking stupid to recognize your genius, you don’t have nearly the same amount of resources other scientists get for their tasks. Speaking of which, your task is to rebuild Team 108, the best of the best of the Society, after they went rogue, and took a third of Shanghai, and nearly a million lives with them, last week. You’ve obtained your first team member. A non-human heavy weapons expert by the name of Lin Huang Ru, after you helped her destroy a shrine that was summoning and tainting Lovecraftians with Filth. The other two candidates, James Ambrose and Mikhail Zaitsev were embroiled in staging a heist in the Empire State Building. That left Yuuka Sasaki, a psychotic magus with a penchant for weaponizing plant life. Yuuka and the Refugee were kidnapped by the OCCINTEL fuckups known as Majestic 12. You’ve tracked the goons down to an alleyway, and proceeded to unleash extradimesional hell onto them.

You take a moment for the grunt to fully comprehend what just happened. Some twenty-six year old wearing a Ramones teeshirt, and a pair of jeans had just stomped a fully armed and armored MJ12 team’s shit. That has to be embarrassing.

“I don’t know, why don’t you take a guess, genius?” He lists off the Templars, the Cognoscenti, the last one throws you for a loop. MJ12 was stupid enough to somehow, manage to piss off the Yamata-no-Orochi. You can’t wrap your head around that. Oddly, he doesn’t list Society as a rival organization.

At least it’ll make subverting MJ12 that much easier. You call Gavin for a Faraday Cage on said VTOL, and knock the goon out with an Earth Golem. You call Lin, Zaitsev, and Ambrose, with any luck, they’ve made it out of the State Building in one piece.

“Yeah, we’re fine, mostly, I’m not gonna name names, but some idiot decided it was a good fucking idea to jump from twenty stories up, and use his kinetics to “soften” the fall. I think I sprained my foot. MJ12 goons are still on the streets though.” Ambrose replies. You hear Mikhail spit obscenities at Ambrose, who replies with his own colorful language. Good, they’re safe, for now. Yuuka and the Refugee should have been teleported back to the card you left near Yuuka’s apartment.

>>22745043>>22745043"Since you're talking, I assumeyou can walk?" He gives a grunt in reply. You like Ambrose already. You throw a teleportation card down, and step through it, which startles James, and he's got his revolver leveled with your temple. You wave the gun aside, and hand them teleportation cards. Now time to figure out how Yuuka's doing. You step through card, and reappear in the corridor. Three tendrils narrowly miss your head.

You barely manage to escape Yuuka’s attacks with your life a third time in the span of five minutes. Fuck, if she keeps this up, you won’t be able to summon anything meaningful within any span of time. Speaking of doing something meaningful, where the flying fuck are her neighbors?! Don’t they hear the sound of plants trying to fuck your day up? Knowing both the Society, and Yuuka, you’d wager that no one lives on the same floor as her. You try something rash, and hope it’ll work

“For Christ’s sake Yuuka! I'm Doctor Wyatt Brown from the Society! The man who just teleported you and the kid away from those MJ12 goons! Now stop trying to turn me into a fucking flowerpot so we can have some tea!" Her onslaught slows to a stop after a few minutes. Thank God it worked, you were starting to slip up here and there. She looks at the walls, and then at you.

“Apologies, it appears I was having another episode. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You shake your head in response. You notice the Refugee, who’s huddling beneath Yuuka’s shadow, tears at the corner of her eyes. She ushers you to a table, it appears that Yuuka’s dealt with the hardsuiters, but hasn’t had time to dispose of the bodies yet.

“What brings you here? Most people who come here are looking for little Linda here, and you can see how that worked out.”

“I’m not here for her. Well, first things first, you should move out of here, Majestic 12 knows where you are” The devilish smile on her face tells you that MJ12 poses no threat to her, regardless, she has Linda pack her things. You take a sip of tea, you’re more of an Earl Grey man, but green will have to do.

“I’m also here to offer you a job, on a team I’m sure you’re familiar with. 108.” You let the information sink in, she knows that 108 was responsible for the Shanghai Incident. She’s all too happy to help you avenge the city.

>>22745187You're going to have to contact Gavin about Yuuka and Linda's relocation. It should be child's play for him. You need to take a look at Yuuka's antipsychotics, you'd rather not have to deal with another of those episodes. She has been taking them as per the dosage, and you take the pills with you. Both Yuuka and Linda have finished with packing.

You drop a teleportation card, and step through it, re-materializing in the Brooklyn Labyrinth, the covert headquarters for the Society for all actions on the Eastern Seaboard. The three that you've evacuated seem to be busy with other affairs.

You activate the Codex, it's an unchanged version of 108's Codex, complete with their notes and comments. It's shockingly complete, with entries on Ambrose, Zaitsev, Lin, Sasaki, and even yourself.

>Which entry do you read?

ACCESSINGGRANTED:-DR. WYATT BROWN-A highly skilled magus, specializing in [EXTRAPLANAR] summons. Uses [SPELLCARDS] in combat. An expert on many variations of [DIMENSIONAL MECHANICS], with capabilities to open and close rifts.

You can't tear your eyes away from your phone, until you drop it. They were going to taint you? No, they probably still are going to try to. Fucking hell, this is bad, real fucking bad. What if this hunt for 108 is just a ploy to bring you closer to them? Would they try to kidnap you? You feel lightheaded, you trusted the fuckers with your life. You can't finish reading what they have planned for the others.

>>22745210You need to get to work, if you're going to be a priority target to take alive, you're sure as fuck not going to make it easy for them to take you. You examine your phone, the damn thing's sturdy, you'll give Samsung that much.

But first, you need to solve the problem of exhaustion, you make your way to the lounge, collapse into a sofa with a glass of whiskey. Within minutes, you feel mana start seeping back into your tired form, granting you additional strength.

Now, it's time to put a few inventions that have been swirling around in your head into reality.

You have Gavin pull some strings to get you time on the quantum computer, hordes of numbers flash before you. You crack your knuckles and get to work. You adjust space-time ratio there, and alter the velocity formula there. Within an hour's of work, you've crafted a spellcard that'll slow anything headed your way to a crawl. For an hour.

No. You're not done. So much SCIENCE, so little time. You retrieve the silver pocketwatch that you had looted off a vampire lord from your gear locker. You scrawl the necessary runes onto the watch to summon a Steel Titan.

This watch still has so much untapped potential. You entertain the possibility of inscribing a time stop spell onto the watch. It wouldn’t be difficult, a reality distortion of the time portion of the continuum, and there you’d have it, the ability to stop time itself for about a minute and a half. That deserves a mad cackle. The watch glows a healthy bright silver.

You force Gavin to delete records that anyone else had any time on every quantum computer. You were making progress, not chasing fucking wild geese, thinking that Cthulu’s reawakening was still a threat. Now, time to create a energy compression spell, you need a focus for said spell, and the other trinket's of the late vampire lord seem awfully appealing. You ensure that the numbers for the spell are right, can't be too certain.

>>22745229You engrave the spell ever so carefully on the ring. You’re careful to not let the energy from the high plane spill over to yours, no matter how hard the borders between the two planes scream and beg for you to stop.

You've just done more shit in the span of fucking three hours than the science department has done in five years.

How did this group survive without you?

With your new toys completed, you figure that it's time to take a look at 108's Codex again.

>>22745238It would appear that former Team 108 knows your new squad like the back of their hands. To be honest, it scares you shitless, Huang going “feral” doesn’t sound good, There’s no telling what would happen what would happen if a spirit was torn from it’s proper receptacle, and they’re probably planning to kidnap some of Mikhail’s family members. You send them the entries, no doubt Mikhail’s going to want to go to protect his family. The good news is, that Majestic 12 inadvertently helped you foil 108’s plot to use Yuuka. Maybe they can do something right. Gavin informs you that the prisoner is ready for interrogation, he apparently hd suicide on capture orders, so it might take stronger coercion to make him talk. You summon Aszathlos, your resident expert of worming into people’s minds. You cut her off before she can make a seductive remark.

“We need to interrogate somebody, I’m bad cop, you’re good cop.”

“But you know I make a better bad cop, Doctor Brownie~” Jesus fuck, if she wants sex, that’s not the way to get it from you. You’ll stick to blood payments. You motion for her to follow you into the prison cell.

>>22745254"How did Majestic find Yuuka Sasaki's place? Where did you get your information? Every minute you refuse to answer is an eternity you spend beyond the event horizon of a black hole. Don't think that it can't be done; I assure you, that the pain you experience will make higher dimensional entities flinch in agony."

>>22745254"Hello. And welcome to the society. I am Dr Bown head of team 108. You are either going to answer my questions polity or you will get to see what the premier international counter-occult agency has in the way of interrogation devices."

>>22745473He's in a Faraday Cage, while he might try to transmit something, it won't work.

You take a moment to get yourself into character, you need to be convincing if this interrogation was going to go smoothly. You slam the open button to the prison cell, storm in there, and grab the goon by his neck.

"Alright, motherfucker. How did you find Yuuka Sasaki? Where did you get your information from?! Every minute you refuse to answer is an eternity you spend beyond the event horizon of a black hole. Don't think that it can't be done; I assure you, that the pain you experience will make higher dimensional entities flinch in agony." Now, Aszathlos's part comes in.

"As i'm sure you can see, my partner's very impatient, it'd be a real shame, as well as real heard to clean up, if you were in co-operative. It's a simple question, really."

"Y-yeah, and what are you g-going to do to me afterwards? Kill me? Sacrifice me to some dark god?" Oh, that's rich. He think's you're cultists you decide to fuck with his head a bit. You have Gavin identify which intelligence agency MJ12's currently using as a scapegoat. Only the most obvious one, the NSA.

"You think we're cultists? We're NSA. That's right, we're on to your little sham. I'd advise you start talking before I have to get physical." You bloody his nose for emphasis. Aszathlos adds a few key honeyed words.

"Y'know sweetie, we're not here to hurt you, well, he might be, but he doesn't get rid of his frustrations the right way. All you have to do is say a few words, and you''ll be sent home without anything to do with this."

This cracks him. That must be why MJ12 have suicide on capture orders, it doesn't take much to make them talk.

"O-okay, okay. This guy named Holmes. I didn't get a first name, but that's because I'm not paid to know those things. H-he said to kidnap a magus and her adopted daughter. H-he should be out in our staging area under Grand Central Station. T-that's all I know, I swear!"

>>22745896"Any how many of your little piss-pot friends of yours are down there? I want numbers, and I want defenses. You motherfuckers thought you could get away with fucking with us? We kept the world in line when the CIA couldn't find their own ass with both hands."Go over to the door and lean out."Hey! Someone get that bottle of VX nerve gas we've been saving!"

>>22745984>>22745950Also, there's probably a procedure that needs to be followed when trying to turn the asset of a rival OCCINT Agency. They may have various different geases and contingencies on their souls.

You're not satisfied with this, you aren't going to walk blindly into a MJ12 base. No doubt their troops and agents are incompetent fucks, but who knows what they've got down there that they decided to fuck with. You punch him in the gut.

"Any how many of your little piss-pot friends of yours are down there? I want numbers, and I want defenses. You motherfuckers thought you could get away with fucking with us? We kept the world in line when the CIA couldn't find their own ass with both hands." You lean out the door of the cell, and yell something about nerve gas. That provokes a response from him.

"I-I don't know, I think a few G-gnophkeh, maybe a few Shoggoths, I-I think I saw a Nightgaunt there as well." Fuck, you knew it wasn't going to be that easy. Hell, that lovely collection alone would send the Society into full Erasure Team mode. The good thing is, that the toughest horror in the mix was the Nightgaunt.

"You better not be fucking lying to me, or I'll air so much of MJ12's dirty laundry, it's going to smell like shit for weeks." You deliver a knock out punch to him. It's up to Gav to decide what to do with him know. You assemble your squad, and head out for Grand Central. You check your pocketwatch, it's getting to be dark in a few hours. You'd rather not have to deal with night buffed Lovecraftians. You have your team make themselves inconspicuous. You check for hidden entrances, and glyphs around the train station. Nothing. Under Grand Central Station, was the subway lines, and clearly, their base wasn't going to be there.

You lead the team down to the subway lines. It's funny, the no matter how flowery they tried to make the station, the subways themselves always smelled like piss and worse. And yet, it's a familiarity that you've come to associate with home. You forgot to place a few teleportation trip mines around the station. Luckily, they're activated by arcane energy, and considering the company MJ12's been keeping, they're going to be soaked in it.

"Ugh, don't tell me you want us get on the fucking tracks." No, but you're about to push him onto them. You find a secure spot, and have an Earth Elemental locate any anomalies in the ground. A few minutes later, and it comes back reporting one, and you give it a teleportation card to get you there. Odd, there are no subways around here.

"Mikhail, Huang, take point, fuck up anything that moves." You have Yuuka help the Earth Elemental move the dirt away from the anomaly. It's an arcane lock, outside of your expertise, but right up James's alley.

"A Class-Z lock? Childs play, gimme a sec." He says, as he starts cracking the lock. You here an obscene screech, James doesn't have the "sec" he asked for.

"Doc! Shoggoths are coming in! Don't let them touch you!" Huang warns. Good advice, you really don't need doppelgangers fucking things up. Not when everything was going so well. Huang, on the other hand, disregards her own warning, and locks claw with tendril against a shoggoth, she uppercuts in, and brings her scaled elbow down onto it, the resulting impact makes it pop like a freaking water balloon. Zaitsev seems more apprehensive when dealing with the shoggoths, preferring to smear the walls with them, using his mind. Yuuka seems to be pretty happy as well, gleefully mauling the Lovecraftians with plants.

>>22746890Throw a handful of offensive teleport stickers at it!When they activate by coming into contact with it, they'll tear it apart by taking out a cubic foot of matter and displacing it 3 feet to the side.

What other teleport-based shenanigans can we do? Or manipulations of space-time using applied dimensional mechanics and Lovecraftian-style magic?

We've gotten a kinetic barrier, what about something that can protect against magic? Just a straight up spell ward spellcard.

For extreme situations, we could use a teleport circle that replaces 1 cubic millimeter of air with 1 cubic millimeter of the surface of the Sun. Pretty much be the equivalent of a nuke, so we'd have to have it contained within a secondary outer containment circle which bends space to create a containment field.

That's another thing we could do with higher dimensional physics and the magic to bend space and time to our will. Create a spell sheet (the complexity of the formula will probably require a sheet of 8.5" x 11") that when activated by a timer, traps everything within a 100 meter radius in a spatial inversion field. Space-time will be twisted into a moebius strip and shunted into a lower-energy state dimension. Once trapped inside the pocket dimension, you won't be able to escape unless you can solve the formula.

Another spell that allows for virtual particle pairs to be shunted down from a higher energy-state dimension, using the Laplacian Differentian to separate the matter atom from the anti-matter atom long enough for a number of pairs have been collected that once they are allowed to annihilate each other, they produce an explosion. The timer variable, measured in nano-seconds, allows for a variable yield, from that of a grenade, to a kiloton.

>>22748787For a spell ward that uses dimensional mechanics, it could be a card or metal sphere that leads to a lower-energy state pocket dimension. The lower energy state sucks in magical energy, and all effects go into the sub-universe. It's more of a lightning rod than a protection field, though. But it does lend itself to being used offensively, as well.Higher-dimensional beings could potentially feel the pull of the energy state even stronger, since it pulls at their very existence. For them, it would be like looking down in the depths of a bottomless sinkhole, and feeling the abyss looking back at them. Not only would it be unnerving, but getting too close to the sphere or spellcard would start siphoning their energy like the black hole in a binary system pulling gas away from its neighbor.

>>22751883Lovecraftian-style spells, not necessarily usable by us, but usable by Lovecraftians we summon, would have weird effects. A spell could be written in the air to create a temporary telepathic field, that targets minds and disrupts their thought patterns. Change one variable, and the spell becomes targeted against a person or group. Change another, and it goes from causing discomfort, to knocking people unconscious, to wiping their mind. The spell could be written on a surface and be made more permanent to work as area-denial. A variation would allow it to function as an anti-telepathic field, creating psionic static.

An intangibility spell, with a Lovecraftian and Dimensional Mechanics version.The DM version shifts the target in and out of a dimensional pocket, producing an effect like the Blink spell.The Lovecraftian version, however, simply makes the target assume a higher dimensional presence, letting them pass through higher dimensions and making perception by 3 and 4 dimensional minds extremely difficult, with adverse effects on any human minds forced to experience it.

>>22753237You mean, like creating and keeping open a gate to a pocket universe with a lower average energy state, to take advantage of the potential difference between this universe and that one? Do you want to take advantage of a gravitational difference, electrical difference, magical difference?

The Dimensional Mechanics anti-magic defense, a pseudo-chorae, uses an energy state difference.

>>22754468I'm down for the anti-magic balls from >>22750508I'd like to see a couple Lovecraftians take one look at those balls, feel the yawning abyss clawing at their higher-energy state souls, and then NOPE the fuck out of there.

You spit a few obscenities, and the shoggoth replies with it's own. You throw yourself out of the way of it's lashing tentacles, and spearing tendrils. Still muttering curses under your breath, you manage to procure a set of "Murder Stamps" from your coat pocket. You fling them at the fucker, in a pattern to cover the most body area. The stickers hit their marks, and the shoggoth screeches, as parts of it are teleported to oblivion. It's still not down. Tough motherfuckers. You prepare a spell you've been working on, but have never really had time to inscribe onto a spellcard. You create a spell ward leading to a lower plane. The shoggoth doesn't understand what you're doing and it can't pull it's "eyes" away from the void you've created. You walk slowly towards it, and the beast starts dissolving as you rip it's very soul away. Within seconds, and their's nothing to testify that there was a shoggoth raid, aside from a few spent shell casings. James seems shaken, but he's broken the lock. Maybe he's useful for things besides bitching. You hop down into the trapdoor, into a room of gleaming metal. There are three hallways, one is marked "EPL-H Unknown" another is marked "Foxtrot", and the third isn't marked at all.

You summon a trio of Earth Elementals, they may be slow, and cumbersome, but they’re pretty quiet, aside from the slight thump of their heavy footfalls. You send one down each of the three hallways, having them report telepathically back to you every few seconds. You’re just waiting for that fucking Nightgaunt to swoop down and tear them to pieces. Luckily that moment never comes. Apparently, the hallway marked “EPL-H” has several holding cell like objects, Foxtrot is holding several fortified storage containers, as well as aerosol dispersal equipment. The unmarked hallway ends in a dirt room, the Elementals detect that there’s something behind the dirt. You dispell the elementals, just in case a patrol was to venture down here.

You have Mikhail and Huang head over to the Foxtrot hallway, while you have Yuuka and James follow you down the EPL-H hallway. James takes a knee next to a cell, and examines the door.

"Whatever was in here didn't force it's way out, someone let it out." Oh, bloody fucking brilliant. So now, you have to deal with whatever was in these cages, as well as those Lovecraftians. Unless the Lovecraftians were the ones released, in which case, with your squad split into two, would be bad news. You have Mikhail and Huang report back to you. Huang, they were getting ready to disperse the Filth all over the city. There are no containers of Filth, though, just boxes of weapons and ammunition.

You spy a figure, maybe ten years younger than you with spindly limbs replacing her arms ,leaning against the bars of cage like she ran the fucking place. You'd wager that she isn't human. You'd find her limbs rather comical, if it wasn't for the six eyes looking straight at you.

You decide to greet this thing politely, and you keep Yuuka and James within striking distance, in case it tries to bite your fucking head off. You draw Solomon's spellcard, and examine it casually, as if it were nothing worth noting, as you approach the Lovecraftian. You wait for it to make the first move.

"Ooh! A playing card! Lemme see!" Odd, but still, Lovecraftians shouldn't be underestimated. She stretches in an attempt to take it out of your hand. You don't fucking think so. You move it slightly, to keep it out of reach from the horror, she pouts, which isn't very horrifying, or Lovecraftian.

"I'll show it to you later. I'm Dr. Brown, what are you doing here? Do you know where the others are?"

"If by others, you mean the other disgusting Euclideans, then, I dunno, probably went ta go do stupid human things. What am I doing here? Because big ol' Nyarl thought ta let go of a few avatars to conserve power or some BS. Then I got caught." An avatar of Nyarlathotep, probably a young one, even by Lovecraftian standards. The only Elder God not hellbent on mankind's destruction. After all, a dead plaything doesn't make a very good plaything.

>>22760334"How would you like to have some real fun? I belong to a group that can make sure you can let loose and not have repercussions for your actions. I'll even get you some playing cards of your own."

The avatar rubs her chin, apparently thinking, or maybe sensing for any other non Euclideans. She nods slowly.

"Yeah, yeah, I think I saw a buncha shoggies and a 'Gaunt upstairs, they did some stuff to the shogs. Also a few other creepy things, up there" A Lovecraftian finds something else creepy. That bodes well. Maybe MJ12 is more competent than you give them credit for.

"Do you have any plans?"

"Yeah, to kick those guys's ass." Excellent, you have a mutual goal. Though she doesn't seem to have planned for the long term. As far as you know.

If MJ12 has their personal horrors, then you might as well even the playing field a bit.

"How would you like to have some real fun? I belong to a group that can make sure you can let loose and not have repercussions for your actions. I'll even get you some playing cards of your own." She seems to perk up at this statement.

"Ya' really mean it?" You nod, and hand her a few offensive teleportation cards. Apparently, she isn't too familiar with her own abilities. They’re a lot more impressive than a few simple summons.

“Well, the other humans are above here” She walks out of the cage, and pushes a large slab of metal out of the way, revealing an elevator.

>>22761344Does Lin, Zaitsev, or Ambrose have any kind of remote camera or video unit we can place in the elevator along with a teleport card, so that we don't have to be the ones to go up?Otherwise, make an Earth Golem, have it be the first one to go up the elevator.

>>22761598>>22761564Create Earth Golem. Have it enter the elevator and go up. Use the telepathic link to find out what's up there. Smash opposition. Investigate if necessary.There's still a Nightgaunt around here, we shouldn't let down our guard.